Sometimes the road to publication hits a few bumps. This was the case with Devious. Mark and his wonderful books had been published previously with another publishing house that was closing their doors. But he wasn't finished with sharing Jamie's life. There were still more fabulous ideas churning in his brain. What to do?
Mark contacted Inkspell and shared his books with us. We fell in love with Jamie too! Now today we celebrate her first book releasing again. Devious has been re-born! It's a little changed from the original. Devious went through edits and a few things changed...but all in all...the story and Jamie remain the same. We hope you will enjoy her spunky and curious nature as she gets herself into trouble time and again.
Jamie Richmond, reporter turned author, is doing research for her next book. Attempting to capture the realism of a police officer’s duties while on patrol, she manages to tag along for a shift with a state police trooper. A few traffic stops and a high speed chase later, Jamie’s ride takes an unexpected turn when she witnesses the trooper being shot.
Although it is not a fatal injury, Jamie becomes obsessed with unraveling the facts behind this violent act. While she is trying to sort out this puzzle, she becomes romantically involved with Malone, another trooper with a few mysteries of his own. Now Jamie’s attention is divided between a blooming romance and solving the crime which is haunting her.
Jamie begins to question the events that took place and exactly who could be behind the shooting. It was a devious mind. But who?
Suddenly, I saw a flash of light and heard a muffled bang. Smitty pitched onto his back, his right hand clawing feebly at his holster as a loud roar reached my ears. The door of the truck was still open, a brown arm extended beyond the edge of the spotlight. A gun was clutched in the gloved hand. I watched in horror as the trigger was pulled back for another shot.
Everything that happened next must have been instinct. Or maybe it was merely a reaction. Or dumb luck. Or the Force. Yeah, maybe it was the Force. I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure.
I reached across and pounded on the horn with one hand, flipping the buttons Smitty had used to activate the siren with the other. The sudden noise startled the driver. His arm jerked back into the cab and the door slammed. Spraying stones and dust behind, the truck lurched onto the road and raced away.
Fumbling the microphone off the dash, I thumbed the button. "Kleinschmidt has been shot! Send an ambulance!" I dropped the microphone and managed to get my door open. The frame around the window clipped my forehead and knocked me back a step.
I'd forgotten to turn off the siren and its wail was splitting my eardrums. “Idiot,” I muttered, “stay calm.” This was easier to say than it ever was to do.
Reaching back inside, I switched the siren off then rushed around to the front of the car. Smitty was lying on his back on the edge of the road. Blood soaked the gravel beneath him. His eyes were closed, but I could see his chest moving.
I dropped to my knees beside him. "You're going to be okay, Smitty. I called for help."
Watch for the second Jamie Richmond book releasing in January!!
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